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I chose the picture of the two cats on the piles of boxes for my twenty-minute sprint this week. A quick copy edit later, this is the result. I hope you enjoy.

I’ve Already Trained One:

Angelica peered over the edge of the box she sat in, waiting to see when the door would open. The large hairless cat would be back soon. She and Jonathan preferred to have eyes on the door when he did return. It was good to know when the bumbling creature was around.

“Did we leave everything prepared?” Jonathan asked.

“We rearranged the items in the tiered beds room,” Angelica replied.

“And the large bed room?” Jonathan asked.

“Of course,” Angelica replied. “I always do that first thing in the morning.

I’ve included two images to work from. Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image. You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ve included two images to work from. Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image. You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

Locke is a nine year old domestic short hair according to my vet. I say according to my vet because I don’t know where or even exactly when my cat was born, let alone anything about his parents. He’s gorgeous, but based on where he came from he really doesn’t have any right to be.